Tag: meditation

the call of wilderness; an urge to be set free. dissatisfied with the mere shuffling of houses, not a place to be called home; but one that provokes within me the comfort of settlement. allowing things to simply be, as they are. to fall where they are strewn; decided upon a gentle toss up, into rippling air. before, they make a wild dash into permanence, soften your hands into a blooming lotus. wide, open and steady. ready for an awakening. no matter the pain you will deal for it’s arrival. your willingness and grit is a dear trait, definitive not of the outcome but essential, in moulding your experience of the suffering to come.

softened fists; ease them into a state of prolonged pliability. mend what your mind seeks to amend, and where your hands find opportunity; make difference. develop internal wisdom to discern what should remain, and what can be altered. meet your capabilities, as you would a dear friend; allow the rest to be guided by our universal flow.

grant your body, the space to follow it’s breath; heaving soundless sighs, and inhaling even in the thick of air. as your lungs expand, tight with air, manifest all that is well; entering your being. with every out-breath, bow with gratitude for the hidden strength it requires, to allow what does not fill your spirit; to be released.

“When you are washing the dishes, washing the dishes must be the most important thing in your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life. Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole world revolves—slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this actual moment is life.”

It encourages us to layer a solid foundation, construct ongoing vertical shields, and dress this home with soft and cozy sheets of patchwork fabric. The call of anxiety and senseless worry is unceasing, and at times the only voice we find in the abandoned state of our heads. Perhaps it’s a tone familiar to our ears; like the ringing of an ice cream truck down the street. That is why we follow, because who doesn’t want to be surrounded by instincts they know well enough to ‘trust’.

It is not so much a temptation, as it is a misconception. A deranged perspective.

This state, defies reason and all measure of sensibility or logic. But anxiety does not care. It’s sole concern is that you have made a space within your mind, especially for it. Embellishing it’s existence with effort. It gloats at the thought of it, and grows larger and stronger as it does.

As our inclination towards reason climbs, anxiety halts it; dead in it’s tracks. The grip of it is on some days, firmer than others. On better days, we find ourselves able to slide away, from beneath it’s hand. Liquefying ourselves into soft habits, and narration of empowering statements in order to trick this disillusioned thought.